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About Florence

So, yeah, I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s personal to me. Had a pal, big shot producer, whored his art for fame. Broke my heart. Happy? Nah, furious! He’d grin, “Larry, it’s the biz!”—bullshit. Like Georges in *Amour*, holdin’ Anne’s hand, knowin’ it’s over—he whored his fight for peace. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it stings, don’t it?

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Copparo, right? This little gem in Italy, where the streets are like a maze and the coffee is strong enough to wake the dead. I’m talking about Via Roma, where the aroma of fresh pastries hits you like a brick wall. I mean, who needs a wake-up call when you’ve got that?

Gallo tries to close the historic season on a high note against La Dozza